Frightening Joke: Above the Mist
Chapter 113: Accident

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Accident

While the five were discussing whether to save Bai Yanliang, Bai Yanliang himself was also trying to find a way to escape.

Very strange, he was the only person on the entire third floor.

Out of the eleven rooms, only the one he stayed in showed signs of use.

Bai Yanliang touched this unfamiliar face of his, Hu Chen...who exactly is he?

This person being isolated on the third floor clearly hasn’t just been there for a day or two; could it be that he is extremely dangerous?

Now that he had become "him," was it that the "soul" of Bai Yanliang entered his body, or did "Bai Yanliang’s" appearance become his? Everything needed a big question mark.

He carefully searched the entire third floor once more; there wasn’t even a sharp tool, let alone a key.

But, it wasn’t entirely hopeless for him to escape from here.

Although no one brought him breakfast, someone should deliver lunch after a while.

If worst comes to worst, the fat nurse would appear in the evening.

By then, although she was quite frightening, Bai Yanliang wouldn’t mind obtaining some things from her.

Now, all he could do was wait.

...

First floor.

The five had already made a decision.

"Bai Yanliang must be saved. Being locked alone on the third floor, he certainly knows something different from us, perhaps that’s the key to breaking the deadlock."

This was Qin Chuan’s stance.

Though realistic, it was indeed effective.

The reason to rescue Bai Yanliang was not because he was a companion or anything like that, but simply because...he was useful.

Many times, making oneself more valuable is the real way to survive.

Just like Bai Yanliang.

Qin Chuan agreed to save him because he might know other information.

Du Shangjing, Zhong Yi, and Su Jieyi agreed to save him because they needed Bai Yanliang’s brain.

As for Xu Zhifei, she seemed to have the same reason as Du Shangjing and the others, but the real reason was only known to her.

Qin Chuan glanced at everyone, his lips dry, throat itching; he knew his craving for cigarettes was coming on.

Fortunately, Qin Chuan had cigarettes in his pocket; he took out one, ready to light it up for himself.

However, just as he put the cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it, the lighter suddenly went out.

Qin Chuan didn’t care and lit the lighter again.

The flame appeared quickly, but...just as Qin Chuan brought it to his face, the flame went out again.

Qin Chuan frowned and relit the lighter.

An abnormality occurred; the flame flickered violently and went out again...

This time, even Du Shangjing and the others sitting around him felt something was wrong.

The five were sitting in the lobby on the first floor, and although the place was spacious, there was no wind, so...how could the flame go out so mysteriously?

Qin Chuan also sensed an abnormality: "What’s going on?"

This was simply...too wrong, just like an invisible person was blowing at him.

Du Shangjing suddenly smacked Qin Chuan’s lighter out of his hand.

Then he got up and gave it a fierce kick.

With a "pop," the lighter shattered on the ground.

"There’s something strange, don’t touch this thing!" Being cautious was never wrong, a belief that Du Shangjing had always upheld.

Whether in life or in Fog Gathering, Du Shangjing would never let any abnormality pass, or rather, once he sensed any abnormality, he would try his best to analyze and explain it, if it couldn’t be explained, he would decisively stay away from it!

Qin Chuan naturally wouldn’t pursue Du Shangjing for destroying his lighter.

Looking at the remains of the lighter on the ground, for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Zhong Yi seemed to have the same feeling.

Staring at the cracked lighter, Zhong Yi couldn’t help but shiver.

The more Zhong Yi looked, the more panicked he became, the more eerie he felt; he finally couldn’t hold back, stood up, and kicked the lighter’s remains far away.

Yet at that moment, Zhong Yi seemed to use too much force, and his right foot caused his whole body to stumble and fall to the ground with a "bang."

The commotion startled the remaining four, and everyone looked over to see Zhong Yi sprawling face-up on the ground.

This comical scene left everyone bewildered, unable to cry or laugh.

"Get up, what are you lying on the floor for?"

Qin Chuan lightly kicked him and said.

However, Zhong Yi did not respond or stand up.

Initially, everyone didn’t notice anything odd, remaining focused on the clues and escape plans.

But...gradually, they sensed something was amiss.

Zhong Yi, who had fallen face-up to the ground, couldn’t get up!

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the ceiling, veins bulging on his neck, his face flushed red.

His limbs struggled wildly, but his body didn’t move at all.

It seemed...he couldn’t get up from the ground!

"Something’s wrong! Save him!"

Qin Chuan and Du Shangjing’s expressions changed drastically; they rushed forward, each grabbing one of Zhong Yi’s hands, trying to pull him up!

Yet, as if something were sitting on Zhong Yi’s body, his arms were nearly dislocated, but his torso remained glued to the floor, immovable!

The most terrifying part was that Zhong Yi’s current expression was the same as Su Jiexian’s before, filled with fear amid pain!

He stared relentlessly at the ceiling, pupils constricting rapidly!

His face turned beet red, making a muffled sound as if trying to say something but couldn’t utter a single word.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Finally...Zhong Yi’s pupils began to dilate, and the struggle in his limbs abruptly stopped.

His tense muscles relaxed in an instant, the flush on his face faded quickly to pale white.

Zhong Yi...was dead.

Died in front of everyone!

Qin Chuan, in a daze, let go of Zhong Yi’s arm and collapsed onto the ground, murmuring, "How could this happen..."

Su Jieyi’s face turned pale, her body trembling; in such a short time, another familiar person had died mysteriously before her.

"How could this happen! Someone tell me, what the hell is going on here!"

Qin Chuan’s mental pressure reached a breaking point; he shouted hysterically, a mix of anger, unease, reluctance, but mostly, fear.

Qin Chuan always thought of himself as a very level-headed and calm person; he trusted his own judgment.

But...with two companions dying in succession, this eerie uneasiness that made one’s scalp tingle, the unexplained threat of death finally pushed Qin Chuan to the brink of collapse.

All because of his mistake.

If he hadn’t wanted a cigarette, Zhong Yi wouldn’t have died...